The Siluvara Files
Arari Hunting Tactics
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"If you give a horny Silurhean fairy cunnilingus, she'll let you live, although she'll want to keep you around, too, which raises your risk of being eaten by someone else.
You can even save your life by doing this with an implacably voracious Rikati. In her purple Urgor stage, no less.
(Editor's Note: This has been verified by multiple independent experiments in the field.)"
Ian Scranton, contributor, "Innovations Under Fire: Silurhean Encounter Survival Tactic #1086"
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"Oh, it's just the gods having another one of their pissing contests."
Salkani and her girlfriend Henna looked up at the twinkling stars of the night sky above them as a brief flash of brilliance so small it was barely visible, preceded several rays of light streaking across the dark canvas of the realm beyond.
Henna sighed, lifting a toothless fish with barbels on its lower lip, blood red and orange scales and small fins near its head, watching it dangle limply from her fingers. "They're always fighting over something."
Salkani's stomach purred quietly as she stretched out like a cat, on the rough bark of a wide tree branch. "I know..." she bowed her head, looking at her belly button. "Sometimes I find myself laughing at the idea of being a god." She sighed as warm currents of life force energy flowed into her from the fish being digested in her belly, swelling her magic reserves ever so slightly. "I mean, really, they've been fighting over something or another since as far back as I can remember!"
Henna nodded, studying the creature in her grasp. "I couldn't imagine fighting over anything when there's a whole world full of beautiful places to go... good food to eat..."
Salkani giggled as she watched Henna part her lips and tilt her head back, lowering the sleeping fish head-first into her mouth. The scaly animal was as wide around as her forearm, and about as long; but Henna had eaten many of its kind before. It took a bit of effort, but she was able to coax its head into her throat with the help of her tongue. After that, it was a matter of taking her time swallowing carefully, her neck bulging and flexing rhythmically as her throat muscles clenched and pulled, easing her meal down into her stomach.
Had the creature been awake, its tailfin would have been flapping wildly in panic; but this one, along with several others, had been properly lulled to a peaceful repose with a sleep spell cast upon it without any forewarning. A simple trick of casting an illusion of a smaller, edible fish brought it rushing in her direction; it never knew what hit it.
And so Henna gulped slowly, letting the creature slide down her throat on its own. Its slippery scales had little or no flavor to it. This fish was hardly one that she would have sought out above others, but a meal was a meal, and it went down fairly easily, without befouling her taste buds.
Finally, the fish's tail slipped past her lips, and she was able to close her mouth; she closed her eyes and lifted her head to the stars as her throat flexed twice more, until the creature's entire body lay curled up in her stomach.
Salkani's belly gurgled in response as the sense of fullness inside her waned rapidly. "We had a good catch today, didn't we?"
Henna lowered her head and patted her chest just above her bosom. "Mmm... yeah, that was a pretty big fish. The hunters in the Rikati camp were right... we've been eating the really old adult fish and the rest have been flourishing."
Salkani looked at the other fish sleeping in a big water-filled petal-shaped bowl next to her. "The old ones gobble up a lot more food than the rest, even some of their own!" She shook her head as she took another one out, studying its azure scales and the long silver whiskers drooping from its head under its eyes. "Look at this pure silver and blue one... I saw dozens of them beyond the shore... how often do you see that?"
Henna giggled. "Hey, remember, don't eat them all... share and share alike!"
Salkani rolled her eyes. "Oh come on now. Open your mouth and say 'ahhhh!'"
Her girlfriend lifted an eyebrow. "My belly's all full now!"
Salkani shrugged. "They'll die in this little bowl. Your tummy will stretch. Might as well not let them go to waste."
"You have a point there." She then slowly leaned over and licked her parted lips. "Ahhh!"
Salkani lowered the azure-scaled fish head-first into Henna's mouth. It was thinner than the one who went before, but it still made an impressive bulge while massaging Henna's throat on the way down; and then Henna took out another of its kind from the basket and returned the favor.
Watching Salkani lift her throat and seeing it swell with the giant fish sliding down into her belly, made Henna's insides spasm with arousal of such intensity that it made her briefly dizzy. As her emerald blonde haired girlfriend lowered her chin and licked her proudly upturned cherry lips, Henna's lust got the better of her.
The tail of Salkani's last fish was still being squeezed into her stomach when Henna lunged forward and planted her lips for a firm, wet kiss, her tongue invading as if Salkani's mouth were her property to plunder as she pleased. Salkani, of course, didn't mind; she simply laid Henna on her back on the long, wide branch, laid on top of her, and delved deep with her tongue in return, gripping her shoulders and holding her in place. Henna quickly melted into her embrace; she loved being underneath Salkani in every possible way. She was younger, a bit shorter, and she soaked up anything that Salkani would teach her. Salkani, of course, found herself overwhelmingly attracted to Henna's innocence and youth, and was honored to be the first to make love to Henna when she reached adulthood.
Of course, she knew she'd been seduced. But how in the world could anyone resist an Arari - even another Arari?
And so she straddled Henna's left leg and leaned forward, gently massaging her perky breasts and pink nipples for a moment; then she scooted back until she was able to rub her clit against Henna's slender foot. She reared her head, letting little pinpricks of pleasure stoke her arousal until she could feel Henna's foot growing moist with her own juices; her breath quickened as she settled into a slow, rhythmic grinding motion.
Henna smirked, knowing that Salkani wasn't the type to go for having sex with her foot. Salkani was simply too lost in the pleasure of Henna's body. So she lifted her foot gently and rubbed against her lover's dripping wet mound, giving her something smooth to grind her clit on.
Salkani's ample breasts bounced slightly as she rode steadily, her eyes closed and her head reared back, her mind clearly lost in a fog of lust and her body well on its way across the ocean of pleasure. Salkani's cum leaked all over her foot, even making her toes slippery, riding mindlessly until finally she shuddered, seized up, and climaxed.
Henna cooed to Salkani as she pitched forward and cried out with release, her mouth wide open, her hips thrusting hard until she let out a long, satisfied sigh.
Politely, Henna eased her foot out from under Salkani as she sat there on her knees with her head bowed for a moment, catching her breath. Just to be playful, though, she left her foot there in full view, so that when Salkani's eyes opened again and she cast her spent, satisfied look upon Henna's svelte body, she saw her juices glistening on Henna's foot and clinging between her toes.
It took a moment for the shock to reach her mind; Salkani's mouth fell open with surprise as she grabbed her head and groaned with a hint of embarrassment.
Quickly, Henna moved to kneel in front of Salkani, kissing her again. "Shhh..." she whispered, offering her another fish. "Let's finish dinner and then you can enjoy me all night."
Salkani cracked a crooked grin, then caught the fish head-first with her lips and then gently gulping it down. After feeling it push into her stomach, she nodded. "Yeah, let's eat these fish now. I've got a feeling you're gonna wear me out tonight."
Henna winked as Salkani held up a fish for her. "Oh I think it's more than a feeling, honey."
John Marquez gasped for breath, violently heaving up water from his lungs as he dragged himself to the dry, lukewarm sands of a narrow beach.
As he coughed hard and loud, he turned onto his back and looked out at the waves lapping gently behind him - waves that had moments ago tried to drag him under to a watery grave.
There was no sign now of the interstellar hauler ship in which he had been a passenger, one of a few thousand men being smuggled out of Earth Federation territory to escape the round-ups of adult men for the worldwide Draft. He'd hoped to escape the idea of a man being owned by the State, and most importantly, being forced into the Joint Earth Defense Army to fight and most likely die in the belly of a Grue Combine monster.
Instead, he found himself waking up to the piercing noise of blaring klaxons, being trampled by other panicked men as they ran around hallway defining the ship's spine, looking between other cargo holds for lifepods that were nowhere to be found. The ship shuddered terribly, then everything went topsy-turvy, until finally, there was a thunderous crash and everyone was thrown around as if they were pennies being shaken about in a bottle. By the time he came to his senses, the chamber he was in was flooding.
His memories of what came next were completely fogged by sheer, heart-gripping panic, but as he sat there looking at the clear sky, it started to come back to him. The dozens of bodies squirming around him in the darkness to get through an open cargo loader door, like fish swimming against an upstream current; the ripping of the ship's torn hull slashing through exposed human flesh as panicked men shoved each other around, forcing one another against the tooth-like edges of jagged metal; his incredible luck as he forced his way through the center, with nothing but bodies around him and the metallic taste of blood in his mouth as he wriggled his way out into the ocean depths; the burning in his lungs as he struggled to worm his way to the surface; the illusions of shadowy, menacing serpentine shapes that seemed to move all around him; and finally the moment his desperately flailing feet found purchase on the soft underwater ocean shelf, from where he thrust himself up above the waves to be greeted by the light of the early dawn and two full moons staring down at him.
As he turned on his side and continued to cough fitfully, it finally struck him that he had no idea where he was. It was horrible enough that his flight to freedom must have gone horribly wrong - how many of his fellow refugees had died? Was the the only one alive? But these questions would have to wait... and so would his dwelling on the magnitude of what had befallen him. For now, he had one and only one thought on his mind: survival. He had to find shelter, and soon. It was night time on this unknown, forested planet, and he didn't like to think about the cliche' about what happened to unwary people wandering around on alien worlds in the dark.
Wendy Jones brushed her matted blonde hair behind her as she looked back at the water and the high-rising landmass sprawling across the horizon, then she put her hands on her hips and gave a great sigh.
She had intended to hijack the already commandeered space hauler to a Black Hand base in the Wolf-359 system, where the passengers would be processed and put on the front lines. Each one of those men on that stolen ship would have collected her a small bounty, in the hundreds of dollars; but to capture over four thousand men all at once, would have sent a special message to the rebels on Earth that there was no escaping the Draft. For that, she was to be paid two million credits.
Wendy was happy not to test her luck; after this, she planned to take her haul and live easy for the rest of her life. Sure, she hated these men who refused to fulfill their duty, and she got a big kick out of intercepting them before they made it into Siluvaran territory; and there was no price tag one could put on the joy of belittling them and impugning their manhood while they laid tied up and helpless before her on their way back into military hands. But the rebels were already launching well-organized attacks on the military on Earth; there was even talk of an Interstellar Civil War even as the Grue Combine battled front-line forces as close as Lalande 21185, less than 9 light years from Earth. The more bounties she collected, the more likely they would be to find her. The punishment they meted out to those of her kind who were caught was horrific, to say the least.
Apparently, however, she had as much to fear from her own employers as the rebels; the moment she beheaded the pilot of the ship and opened communications with the Black Hand at Wolf-359, she found herself staring in horror as the ship was taken over remotely, made to jettison its two life pods, and then sent off on a hyperspace jump to parts unknown. If she had any doubts as to who was responsible after that, they were completely resolved when she was helpless to do anything but watch as the ship subsequently dumped and detonated its hyperdrive, then turned and hurtled into deep space, until an alien world "conveniently" intercepted the ship a few hours later.
She'd been sacrificed along with the traitors. Without even so much as one last reach-around.
So much for her life of ease.
At least she had that enviro-suit she'd spent half a million credits to obtain from the darkest corner of the arms dealing black market, to save her when the ship hit the water and sank. It set her almost all the way back to square one financially, but what could she do? She wasn't one to forego top rate gear, even something as rare and hard to get as this. And it had just paid for itself.
It was better than leaving her bank account fat as a stuffed pig for the State to raid if she never got back home.
Wendy finally just threw her hands down, fighting back the urge to give into despair as she looked around, then walked back toward the forest defining the edge of the beach. Carefully glancing around, she studied the shrubs and normal-sized trees at the shoreline, while studying the greater trees reaching into the skies far beyond.
The sun was coming up, and she had to find shelter to hide from the potential predators of the day.
Delucina swept gracefully up over the two story high cliffs overlooking the south side of the lake holding two big fish by the tail in each hand, her arms out by her side like wings.
She allowed gravity to slow her ascent until she unfurled her butterfly wings and let herself spiral down to land on her feet in the middle of a clearing quite a distance away from the cliff. Most of the trees around here were much shorter than she was, and she didn't want to risk sitting on them. One never knew when the soul of one of those Dryads might decide to jump into a tree and say hi.
She sat cross-legged in the clearing and scooped out a bowl-like depression in the ground, into which she cast a spell to fill it with water from the lake; it cost a lot less energy to move existing water from nearby, than to create it from nothing. Three of the fish went in the water; the fourth one, though, she held up close to her face to study.
The red and orange fish, quite menacing to her as a normal sized fairy, was just a feisty toy in her hands now. It was hungry predators like this that made her have to size-up in order to seize them without an irritating, time-consuming battle. She would spend more energy subduing this thing with spells than to just grow to the proper size and pluck them out of the water. Fortunately, though, as a giantess, she could get four in one swipe - enough nutrition to sustain her for a week. Unfortunately, she would need far more than this to completely recharge her magic, and there were others who needed a pick-up, too, so four would have to suffice for now.
It was then that Delucina studied the fish and noticed the writhing bulges in its belly, but this mattered little to her; apparently it had caught and swallowed one or more of the other fish in the lake, perhaps some of its own kind. They were cannibalistic like that.
The fish wriggled violently in her hand, but once her lips caught its head, its struggles meant nothing in the scheme of things; her tongue lashed its cold, scaly head, paying little heed to its bland flavors, as she worked it back to her tonsils. Tilting her head, she let gravity push and her throat muscles pull; she could feel her neck swelling to accommodate it, but it was neither unpleasant nor long-lived. The slippery fish caressed her throat from the inside, its snake-like body sliding down like a long, fat noodle. It took several long, slow gulps for its tail to disappear into her mouth, but after that, she gulped one last time, and it finally settled in her stomach.
The others quickly joined it, until her belly was completely filled with squirming fish.
Now satisfied, Delucina laid back and looked up at the twin moons overhead as the light of the morning sun reduced their significance in the sky, and thought of her two Arari friends. She hadn't seen them in a day or so, and she was very horny. Before long, the moons even started to look like their faces.
Then one of the moons descended from the stars to kiss her softly on her lips.
Kissed by a moon! The very thought made her heart race. She sucked in her breath and blinked.
She was surprised to find herself looking up into someone's deep blue eyes. She recognized the vibrant blonde hair flowing behind her back all too well.
"Wow, Henna..." she put her hand over her breasts, flashing an unusual, vulnerably bashful smile. "You had me thinking I was being kissed by the moon itself!"
Henna took a crimson rose from her hair and stuck it into Delucina's. "Aww, you're so sweet," she chimed, her cherry red lips kissing Delucina's dark purple lips firmly again. "We missed you... did you see anything interesting down south?"
Delucina shrugged, reaching up to caress Henna's cheek. "Nothing, really. There's some crystalline junk strewn amidst a big burning hot desert. It's not even worth trying to see how far it goes... there's no food out there. We're better off fishing."
Henna moved to lay on her side, placing her back-swept pointed ear on the ashy gray flesh of Delucina's perky right breast. "Speaking of fishing," she noted, listening to the bubbling sounds inside her, "it sounds like you went fishing this morning."
Delucina looked down between her breasts, savoring the burbling noises from within her stomach while gently scratching Henna's head, as if she were stroking a cat. "Yes, there were a lot right near the surface today. They were unusually easy pickings even for-"
Suddenly, Delucina sucked in her breath, her glowing red eyes flaring wide open as her words died in mid-sentence.
Without any warning, the blue sky and diminishing light of the twin moons were pushed aside by a total darkness that enshrouded her in a paralyzing wave of fear.
Water sloshed and hissed all around her, her skin tingling uncomfortably as she found herself jostling around in a hot, soft, fleshy confinement, bumping shoulders with other squirming, screaming beings around her. A torrent of unfamiliar thoughts flooded into her mind, bewildering her, threatening to overwhelm her, to throw her into panic and even drive her to temporary distraction as she realized she was pinned down by all the other bodies pressed tightly against her.
Delucina was nearly swept away in this hallucination as the tingling escalated into burning sensations wherever the water touched her body; then as the fleshy walls gave way before her hands, the sloshing became loud bubbling noises and the hissing increased to compete with the screaming and rising wails of agony flooding her ears. The waters splashed everywhere, including half her face, setting her cheeks and mouth on fire along with the rest of her body.
And what were these words and thoughts that kept entering her mind? Earth? Human beings? God?
Then it came to her - she was receiving someone's sentient thoughts!
It was then, as she began to recognize the roiling, acrid stench of burning flesh and the resulting fumes stinging her eyes and realized what was happening, that a familiar voice hollered in her ear.
"Delly! Delly! Snap out of it!"
"Hold on! Dear Rhea, I hear someone screaming inside!"
"She's being overwhelmed by the memories of those live fish she ate! Delly, you've got to wake up!"
"It's not just the fish, I'm telling you!"
The light of day flooded her vision, rescuing her from the agonizing madness that had temporarily taken over her mind.
At the same time, her stomach burbled and groaned loudly, incessantly.
Delucina looked up to see Henna looking at her with concern with her head on her belly while her vibrant blonde-haired friend Salkani was holding her head gingerly, talking to her.
"Humans..." she muttered as she scooted up, leaning back on her arms to look at her chest. "They're called humans!" Her eyes widened as she began to piece things together. "The fish swallowed some creatures that fell in the water... and now they're all in my stomach..." She breathed deeply as she listened to the intense activity in her stomach. "Incredible!"
Henna and Salkani knelt on either side of her, looking at her heaving bosom. "Do they have actual thoughts?" Henna asked as she watched Delucina's chest rising and falling.
Delucina paused to take note of the flood of confusion, pain and anguish she now recognized flowing like riptides under the river of her own conscious thoughts and emotions. Her mouth hung open as she looked at Henna. "Uh... yes!" A profound, pleasant tingling sensation washed over her body, raising goosebumps along her arms and legs and causing her to do a double-take. "These... humans! They're..." She then looked at her flaring soul aura as her magic energy levels started to increase dramatically. "They're filling me with magic energy! Lots of magic!"
Henna and Salkani jerked back, putting their hands over their mouths. "Humans?! We've got to find them! What do they look like?"
Delucina chewed her lip gently. "I... I don't know. They're in my stomach right now." She looked down at her chest, noticing a blob of faint pale white auras fading away inside her. "There's so many of them... I can't tell."
Salkani looked at her. "Mind if I try to bring one out?"
Delucina shrugged. "Fine with me. It'll probably look all gross, though, like... you know... Terawen..."
Salkani cringed with disgust; Terawen was a silver-haired Droathas that had been swallowed by a hungry, albino-skinned, deathly black-lipped Nosharti trespasser from the southern deserts who had gone Urgor for lack of meat. By the time she'd been caught, killed and split open, Terawen had already been digested to a bloody mess; her bones had even become malleable from being broken down by stomach juices.
The Arari and the Rikati clans had safeguards to keep this from happening to their own; everyone received at least one fish a day, if times were lean. No one would go 80 years without any meat like that Nosharti apparently did.
Salkani sighed; she could not stand to lay eyes upon such a horrible sight again.
So Delucina laid flat on her back again and furrowed her brows for a moment as Salkani and Henna nervously laid their heads on her abdomen, listening to the powerful gurgling and purring of her stomach, until the humans' confused and agonized thoughts diminished into silence, and they and the fish began to slosh around as warm waves of liquid nourishment flowing through her intestines.
Once the noises had migrated deeper into Delucina's body, Salkani looked up again at her. "I don't think it would be advisable for us to hunt these creatures..."
"Yeah..." Henna added, "we can't eat someone who's angry, scared, of any of that... their emotions would drive us crazy."
Delucina nodded enthusiastically. "I know. Rikati aren't limited by that and I, for one, still could barely control my ability to suppress their thoughts." She frowned as her eyes darted this way and that. "It's as if... as if they were a bit like us."
John Marquez had little to no skills when it came to building shelter in the middle of a forest; so after a short walk into nerve-wrackingly unfamiliar territory, he found the remains of what had once been an enormous tree - a stump as wide as a full sized basketball court, rising almost two stories high. The dirt under its roots had somehow been eroded away, revealing a vast network of shoots in which he could crawl in and hide. It seemed a good idea at the time, and so he did; and once he was buried in the shadows, hidden away from the sunlight, the exhausted man chanced a morning nap.
A nap which was quickly cut short by a hard peck on the forehead.
As his fitful dream switched to the visage of a giant predatory bird digging him out of his hiding place to eat him, he threw himself out of his sleep and flailed about, finding his bearings in order to scramble away.
A second hard tap on his jaw told him he was not doing well, but as his eyes cleared, he recognized he was actually being attacked by a large, wooden stick wielded by a shadowy, hourglass figure silhouetted against the light of the midday sun intruding deep into his shelter under the tree stump.
A harsh, female voice greeted him in a loud, jeering tone, jabbing him a third time, right in the mouth.
John panickedly spat out clumps of cold dirt as he scurried backward. "What the hell?!"
Whatever it was, it just kept yelling some more at him; he lashed out in self defense, grabbing at the stick. Fortunately, his hands found purchase, seizing upon the stub of a branch at the end. With one mighty tug, he yanked the stick free of whoever was wielding it, and jabbed it back. Something blocked his jab, and then a loud yelp of pain followed.
As his mind cleared, he asked himself, was this one of those legendary Grue, attempting to test him before feeding on him?
Fearing the worst, he lashed out and crawled forward, toward the sunlight, grabbing his attacker and smashing the stick down on whatever part of its body he could reach.
Cries of pain rang his ears as the thing scooted back in a hasty, clumsy retreat.
Even so, John crawled after it; he couldn't afford to let this thing get away and come back at him later, perhaps with more of its kind.
His assailant backed out and got to its feet first, scrambling to put a helmet on its head; but by then he was out as well. With no time to waste, he tackled his attacker and they both went down, punching and kicking, until he threw her off of him and they both stood up, facing off.
His mind cleared up as he studied his opponent and realized it was a human woman dressed in an orange environmental suit and matching helmet.
"Who the hell are you?!" he demanded, gawking at her.
"You're in no position to be asking me any questions!" she pointed at him, her hard deep breaths fogging up the visor of her helmet. "You tried to skip out on your duty to your homeworld and now we're both stuck on this fucking alien rock!"
Suddenly it dawned upon him who she was. There were no women on the ship that he knew of. A female on a ship full of draft dodgers would only mean one thing.
"You're a fucking bounty hunter!" he said, now aghast at the sight of her. "You must have caused us to crash!"
She put her hands on her hips. "It was an accident! But at least none of you will ever reach your so-called freedom!"
John cocked his head back and then looked around. "Where are the rest of the passengers?!"
Her response dripped with cold amusement: "Passengers? You mean those pussies who fled with you?" She shrugged. "Probably dead. Drowned. Maybe even eaten by those outrageously huge Koi I just saw hopping around in the lake. Heh."
His heart leapt in his throat upon hearing her response. So those dark shapes moving in the water as he was swimming for his life... those were fish attacking the passengers as they were trying to escape!
The woman continued, "You're pretty lucky to have made it to the shore alive." She patted her suit proudly. "I, on the other hand, am a fast swimmer. And my gear is micro-meteorite proof... and it's adapted from Grue elf stomach lining... which gives me a fighting chance to cut my way out of a monster's belly!" She then gasped with fake surprise. "Oh! I guess you weren't given one of these suits, were you?"
John blinked as her words faded into the distance and the realization of his predicament hit him like a rock to the face.
His flight to freedom had been shot down. Worse yet, he had just had a brush with exactly the kind of death that, according to this woman, had just claimed four thousand of his companions despite their efforts to leave Earth to escape it.
And there had to be equally dangerous predators on land. She was right; not even a mythical dragon could bite through her seemingly clothy micrometeorite-resistant armor. Those suits were for certain special forces and were not available to most troops, and certainly not to civilian hauler ships. She would have had to obtain it from underground weapons dealers, who were more than happy to sell stuff like this at a ruinous price to mercenaries, rebels, terrorist groups or anyone else dragging a pile of coin into the seedy little dens of inequity where these merchants of death thrived: the same kind of dens where he'd found out the location of a deep space hauler that could get him out of the military's reach.
There was clearly no way to kill this woman and get that suit. Had he known she was attacking him under the tree without a helmet, he would have broken her neck. But he was sleeping when she caught him; there was no way for him to know she existed, much less that she'd be coming for him.
Avenging his fellow refugees was a goal now lost to him.
His blood began to boil.
"Hello? Earth to pussy boy!"
Her menacing words jolted him back to the confrontation at hand. John looked up sharply, seeing her gesturing at him.
"You sleepy or daydreaming or something, traitor?" she jeered, "I hope you're not planning some kind of escape, little boy."
John's blood pressure rose as anger filled his veins. Clenching his fist, he snarled, "You... you got all those men killed!"
She clenched her fist right back. "They deserved it!"
"They DESERVED freedom!"
"Freedom to run away from your obligations?!"
"Obligations??? Obligations my ass! The United States Government CLEARLY says the State does not own its citizens! It's right there in the 28th Amend-"
"Hello!! For all intents and purposes, there IS no United States anymore, you idiot! Get over it!"
"What are they saying?" Henna snuggled up anxiously against Delucina's shoulder as they sat perched on a high tree branch, watching the two humans arguing below, a distance away.
Delucina, her head turned so her right ear was pointing at toward the humans, waited a second before saying quietly, "He's like those men in my belly earlier... trying to escape some kind of mandatory thing where they're all made into warriors by their leaders or something."
"Huh? You can't make someone a warrior against their will..." Salkani's face squished up with confusion.
"She obviously thinks it can be done..." Delucina pointed at the one in the orange and white skin. "She's what they call a bounty hunter... she brought all those guys here."
Henna gave a soft, wishful sigh. "I wish I could have had one of those fish..."
Salkani shook her head. "The minds of the humans they ate were practically bursting with fear, panic and suffering... eating even one would have irreparably poison our souls. Imagine consuming the thoughts of a dozen all at once..."
Henna gestured at the still arguing humans. "So how are we going to get them? We can't just lose the chance at learning their language, and all those memories... and magic energy! Imagine all the magic energy that food would give us!"
"Hold up..." Delucina lifted her hand to silence them both; as they turned their full attention back to the scene below, the orange-skinned human lashed out at the scruffy-haired male in soaking wet clothing. A bright blue light flashed from the orange one's wrist - a light that the other one desperately swerved to avoid.
"That one says she's wearing some kind of protective suit," Delucina pointed out. "Whatever it does, it would be wise to peel it off of her first."
"You're gonna eat her?" Salkani raised an eyebrow.
"No... you can sneak up on her. Just not when the two of them are in sight of each other."
Henna put her hand to her mouth. "Oh, dear Rhea... she's swinging something at him!"
"The orange one will kill the other one, I'm afraid," Delucina warned.
Salkani looked over at Henna, who, upon seeing her, sucked in her breath. "Oh, no way..." Henna protested.
Salkani winked. "It'll be easy. Just follow my lead and play along."
Delucina looked at them both. "You're..." Then she noticed their antennae had disappeared, their ears had changed shape, turning more upright and losing their pointy edges to resemble the ears of the humans below; and their wings retracted as well.
"We're using illusion spells," Henna bragged. "We'll scare them off if we don't look like them."
Delucina raised a highly amazed eyebrow. "Oh dear Rhea... this will be good."
John jumped back desperately to avoid his attacker's glowing blue laser blade extending from her wrist as she struck out at him with well-aimed slashes, but inevitably he could not flee any further; he felt the unseen tree root against the back of his foot and knew he was going down.
He didn't hit his head on a rock, as he feared he would - but as the woman quickly pounced on him and raised her blade to deliver the killing blow, he suddenly realized he wished he was unconscious for this.
But then, miraculously, another female voice called out, and she turned her head. "Huh?!"
John looked over to see a woman with vibrant yellow hair, wearing a creamy white robe through which her nipples stood out, as she came up to his opponent's side with the strap of a wicker basket clasped in her hands. Another blonde woman then walked up behind her, dressed in a turquoise robe and also carrying a basket.
Wendy Jones had not expected to be caught by surprise by the natives of this world as she was busy dispatching this traitor now sprawled out on his back before her. When a soft female voice called out from close behind her, she jumped to her feet and nearly out of her enviro suit as she beheld a human woman with deep blue eyes and flowing, strikingly bright yellow hair, approaching from the darker depths of the forest.
Her first thought was to gut this creature and finish her business; but when a second female appeared, other thoughts came to mind.
She certainly didn't look like a Grue. And what if they had food? Or maybe a way to haul up that ship so she could find the safebox she'd had to abandon? All ships had a safebox which, by U.S. Government regulations, contained rations, a deep space communication system, a "knick knack" gun, a cartography computer, and other necessities.
So she retracted her blade and turned, flashing a phony smile. "Wendy," she tapped her own chest condescendingly.
The two women looked at each other, and then the lead one placed her hand over her breasts. "Sal-kani," she said with a smile. The other one chimed, "Hen-na."
Wendy nodded with a forced smile. Swapping names was one thing; getting them to understand her predicament and to let her put this male idiot down, was another.
Why did they have to show up now? Right now? At this very moment? She almost trembled with frustration.
As she fought to contain her irritation and maintain her false cheer, she noticed the lead woman taking out a soft, orangish squash-shaped object and holding it out as if it were an offer.
"Enotil," she said with a slight nod.
Wendy tried not to flinch or tense up as the other one who called herself Henna, calmly walked over to the human male, who followed her lead and identified himself as John, instead keeping her attention on this Salkani woman. She accepted this 'Enotil' and watched Salkani take one into her hands, snapping it in half as if to demonstrate.
So she did; it broke in half with a satisfying crunch, revealing the squash's yellow, fibrous insides, like that of a spaghetti melon, except it was much juicier.
The alien woman then dipped two fingers into the bowl-like interior and pulled out some of the stringy filling, which she then ate; Wendy followed her lead, and was delighted to discover it had a delicious, mango-pineapple taste. Without further prompting, she tipped the fruit slightly and drank some of its juices. In an instant, she realized just how parched her throat really was as nectar from heaven itself made love to her tongue and soothed her dry throat.
Her eyes flew open with delight, making Salkani's smile grow wider. "Delicious!" Wendy blurted out, nodding enthusiastically.
John could hardly believe his eyes as the second of the women interlopers came to his side, gently settling onto her knees as she laid her basket on the ground and proceeded to brush his dark brown hair back behind his head, her soft, warm hands seeming to explore him in search of signs of injuries.
He thought to gesture to her that he was alright, but as her hands gently exploited the holes in his shirt and roamed across his chest, pressing against his rib cage, he simply laid back and enjoyed her caresses.
After feeling around all the vital organs in his abdomen, she put her hand over her breast and uttered cheerfully, "Hen-na."
He nodded. "John."
She nodded in return and then gave him one of those long, orange fruits. 'Enotil', she called it. Having caught a glimpse of how the other two ate it, he snapped it in half and he and Henna shared the fruit.
Perhaps he had gotten used to the horrible taste of lake water in his mouth and being both parched and hungry ever since? Nothing in the universe could taste this good. He didn't even like pineapple, but yet he couldn't get enough of the strong mix of citrus flavors pouring over his tongue.
He lifted the fruit high and guzzled its juicy contents, even letting some run down his chin; then he greedily pulled out the stringy insides to eat.
Once he'd hollowed the thing out, his newfound friend was quick to give him another whole fruit.
After he was done with that, Henna smiled at him curiously, resuming her seemingly careful, clinical examination of his chest and abdomen. He hardly even noticed the other native woman leading his assailant away toward the thickening groves of trees leading further into the forest.
Henna then rolled his tattered shirt up to his chest and started gently kneading his lower abdomen, her mouth dropping open as she studied his muscles and taut body. A low moan rumbled in her throat; then her hand slid down to his blue jeans and passed over the bulge in his groin.
Shock waves of pleasure raced up his spine as she cast a look of surprise at the sudden swelling of his erection that ensued after her gentle touch.
Then she smiled lewdly at him; hastily, she fumbled with his zip fly until she found a way to expose his blue shorts. Once that was done, she pulled down the front of his shorts and the cool morning air greeted his now freed erection.
She sucked in her breath as she held the stiffening organ between her hands.
Wendy followed Salkani a short distance around a tree the size of a fairy large oak, to see the strange woman plucking another one of those fruits from its low-hanging branches.
No sooner did she break it and turn it up to drink its fluids, than she suddenly felt incredibly drowsy.
She was now in the presence of a friendly native; and thus at last, the stress of plunging helplessly into re-entry, crashing, and dragging herself to safety, took its toll on her tired body.
She backed up against the tree and slid down, planting her butt in the cool, moist grass, and sleep claimed her.
Salkani smiled softly for a moment as she studied Wendy's limp form slumped before her; then she came down to sit on her knees next to the human woman, and with a simple wish, she caused the orange suit to disappear off her victim's body, and reappear next to her as a disheveled heap.
Now enveloped in a deep sleep, naked and exposed to the world, Wendy was all hers.
Salkani's stomach wasn't growling; she had been well fed by the fish the night before, and the Enotil fruits had filled her up this morning. But as she studied the bright pale white aura of Wendy's life force, she knew she would provide for her in other ways.
This had to be too good to be true. Which made it all the more urgent that she do this now, rather than hesitate.
Hopefully Henna was doing her part in keeping the other human busy.
She cast another spell, this time shrinking Wendy down to the length of her hand. She gently scooped the peacefully sleeping human into her palm and, with the fingers of her other hand, cast a silk thread that wrapped around her shoulders and arms, pinning them to her sides.
Looking around to make sure no one would notice her, she then lifted Wendy to her mouth and slid her tongue under the woman's naked body.
Salkani furrowed her brows as she realized her prey was too big for her tongue to cradle Wendy into her mouth, so she carefully sucked her in head first.
Human skin didn't have much flavor to it, just a little saltiness from sweating inside that suit. There was little to do but to swallow her.
So Salkani lifted her head and let Wendy slide past her tonsils, and then gulped. The human's shoulders were wider than a normal morsel, but her throat muscles handled the task easily. Her prey caressed her throat as she stretched it, and once her delicate feet disappeared into Salkani's mouth and she could close her lips, another swallow was all it took; her throat muscles took complete control this time, carrying the blissfully sleeping human on a short, smooth trip down her slick esophagus, until she slid into her already partially full stomach and landed with a splash amidst the fruit and fruit juices that Salkani had just eaten.
"De... licious?" Salkani said, licking her lips. Then she shook her head. She wasn't delicious... but hopefully she would at least come close to completely replenish her magic as those humans did Delucina. Failing that, at least she would be very full, now that her belly was holding Wendy and all the meat from those Enotil fruits.
She then gathered the discarded environmental suit, sprouted her wings, and took off for the treetops.
Henna could hardly believe this human 'John' had the same reproductive equipment that the rarely born male faeries of her clan had. But there it was, his thick, mushroom-headed penis, standing proudly at attention, throbbing at her mere touch. The heady aroma of his testosterone was easy to recognize: he was horny.
And unlike the males in the clan, he was not spoken for. At least, not by anyone she knew.
Delucina's jaw hung open as Salkani, now in her true form, flew up to her perch and squatted into a crouching position next to her, where they could watch over Henna.
"You did it just that fast... that easy..." Delucina was struck dumb with amazement.
Salkani smiled at her; her belly let out a low groan, and then she spoke. "You forgot, we Arari know how to seduce and lull our prey. That... human... was easy pickings. We've got the best sleep spells in the world."
Delucina nodded. "I can imagine you could put an Urgor to sleep with that. Wow." She leaned over to caress Salkani's belly. "I take it she won't wake up?"
Salkani shook her head. "Not at all." A soft gurgling noise came from her stomach; circling her own hand around her abdomen, she said proudly, "Which is good since I plan on making this meal go nice and slow. I want every ounce of magic energy I can get!"
Delucina grinned. "Yeah... it's not often that the gods deliver us a gift like this."
Salkani paused to think; then she cast a sheepish look at Delucina. "I guess we owe the gods an apology?"
Delucina's response was enthusiastic: "We sure do!"
John stared in awe at Henna as she dragged her pink fingernail down her chest, seemingly tearing the fabric of her robe in half even as it split smoothly and fell away from her shoulders, revealing her glowing ivory flesh, perky breasts and pink nipples.
"Oh my God..." he gasped as she pulled down his pants and shorts, then deftly swung her leg over his waist to straddle him. "Damn..." he grinned in admiration of her taut belly, watching her spread her nether lips, "Now this is what I call first contact!"
"First... contact?" she giggled as she looked into his eyes.
John shook his head; why bother talking and potentially ruin it? He reached up and gently put his rough, calloused hands on her bosom, feeling her nipples against his palms.
Her reaction was both immediate and profoundly encouraging; she reared her head and moaned loudly, settling onto her knees, pressing the petals of her moist sex against his sensitive penis head.
John groaned and squirmed beneath her, sliding his hands down to caress her belly.
Henna pushed down even further, even as her vagina resisted taking him inside; her brows furrowed with concern as she bowed sharply, looking down at his penis.
Biting her lip gently, she started grinding with resolution, shooting him a look of determination, until his mushroomed tip squished through her entrance and popped inside her.
John's balls tingled with imminent release as soon as her silky wet insides slid around his sensitive, flaring tip, and began to swallow his throbbing shaft, massaging and clenching it into her depths.
He was certainly not one to look a gift horse in the mouth; maybe this was the reason the Government didn't want people wandering out in the universe? The women of Earth wouldn't know what to do when faced with competition like this. The Cassandroid disaster of the 23rd century would pale in comparison to what would happen if he could bring a group of these women back to Earth!
But such thoughts of the future were far less important than the situation at hand; Henna was sucking in her breath as she wiggled some more and eased the rest of him inside her vagina, enveloping his erection in her womanhood, until her hips planted firmly in his lap and she was settled comfortably on her knees.
The pleasure of a beautiful blonde woman so lovingly wrapped around his aching organ, soaking him in silky wet bliss, was too much to resist. He felt his load boiling inside him as she began to gyrate in his lap, her muscles making a wet, tight fist around his aching erection. All he had to do was look at her muscular body and bouncing breasts, and he flew over the edge.
Henna groaned happily as she felt the twitching of John's fat organ inside her, and knew he was going to release. Who was going to care if she let him explode in her? She was so far out of the running for access to a male that she might very well die of old age before she got her turn. And anyone with an ounce of sense knew that Salkani was an alpha female in their clan - the next male that came along was far more likely to be hers than Henna's.
So what were they going to do after finding out she let this man plant his animal seed in her?
Bah. First they'd have to find out. Salkani wasn't the type to tell, and Delucina wasn't the type to care. If she did, Henna would just fuck her silly and make her forget in a fog of lust and ecstasy. The warlike Rikati were the easiest ones to fall for an Arari's charms - which was why it was so easy to gain the benefit of their protection. And the Rikati weren't in any way unattractive - the sight of Delucina and the thought of serving the warrior maiden's needs made Henna delirious with need. She'd spend many a night on her back under her even if her Rikati kin didn't surround Arari camps in a protective ring to prevent attacks from animals or other potentially hostile Silurheans.
And so Henna closed her eyes and thought fondly of caressing Delucina's naked body while she savored the pistoning of John's rock hard flesh stroking her hungry vagina, caressing all those needful and neglected spots inside her, until she heard a loud moan escape his lips as he shoved his hips hard against hers and erupted. His engorged organ suddenly flexed, pumping waves of hot cum that splashed deep in her molten center, flooding her with his wet sticky essence while stars shot around in her head. John groaned triumphantly as he arched his back, giving her a brief hard ride, and then his hips fell back to the ground, his penis twitching less and less as he ran dry.
A moment later, she opened her eyes and looked down at her supine lover as he caught his breath, grinning crookedly at her and shaking his head in admiration.
She smiled back at him - at least, until she realized that as good as this felt inside her, she hadn't actually cum yet.
Henna frowned and jerked again in his lap, but his penis was growing soft.
He was spent, and he was already tapping out.
Her frown deepened as she saw him turning his head to the side, his eyes briefly closed.
A wish breathed past her lips, that he never open them again.
And he did not.
A moment later, she lifted her head to the sky and gulped, letting her throat massage his sleeping body down into her stomach.
Brushing herself off, she looked around until she spotted the crimson aura of Salkani and Delucina; then she unfolded her wings, and soared up to join them.
That night, Henna sat with her legs dangling off the edge of a branch, between Salkani and Delucina.
"And he didn't even satisfy my needs," complained the youngest of the three as she sat there pouting playfully.
Salkani's stomach whined and gurgled as it churned Wendy's body around inside, thoroughly soaking her melting body in fresh waves of digestive juices as her life force dwindled along with her flesh. "Oh, but he's sure satisfying you in another way," she playfully poked Henna's belly button.
As if in response to her touch, Henna's belly purred and groaned; warm currents of liquefied prey surged lower into her belly. "Mmm-hmm," she admired her hands as her body glowed with a magical fullness that she had never seen in her entire adult life. "At least I got to share the memory of HIS orgasm. The jerk," she chuckled. "I wonder how long it'll be before the gods send us another gift like that?"
Delucina joked, "Maybe we should complain again?"
Henna snorted. "Are you kidding me?"
The three of them looked at each other, then nodded. Looking to the sky, they raised their hands all at once and leaned back, chanting, "Thank you very much, Mother Rhea!"
Henna's and Salkani's bellies both gurgled loudly, as if to join the chorus.
Delucina just giggled and gave Henna a hug and a kiss.
Arari Hunting Tactics
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"If you give a horny Silurhean fairy cunnilingus, she'll let you live, although she'll want to keep you around, too, which raises your risk of being eaten by someone else.
You can even save your life by doing this with an implacably voracious Rikati. In her purple Urgor stage, no less.
(Editor's Note: This has been verified by multiple independent experiments in the field.)"
Ian Scranton, contributor, "Innovations Under Fire: Silurhean Encounter Survival Tactic #1086"
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"Oh, it's just the gods having another one of their pissing contests."
Salkani and her girlfriend Henna looked up at the twinkling stars of the night sky above them as a brief flash of brilliance so small it was barely visible, preceded several rays of light streaking across the dark canvas of the realm beyond.
Henna sighed, lifting a toothless fish with barbels on its lower lip, blood red and orange scales and small fins near its head, watching it dangle limply from her fingers. "They're always fighting over something."
Salkani's stomach purred quietly as she stretched out like a cat, on the rough bark of a wide tree branch. "I know..." she bowed her head, looking at her belly button. "Sometimes I find myself laughing at the idea of being a god." She sighed as warm currents of life force energy flowed into her from the fish being digested in her belly, swelling her magic reserves ever so slightly. "I mean, really, they've been fighting over something or another since as far back as I can remember!"
Henna nodded, studying the creature in her grasp. "I couldn't imagine fighting over anything when there's a whole world full of beautiful places to go... good food to eat..."
Salkani giggled as she watched Henna part her lips and tilt her head back, lowering the sleeping fish head-first into her mouth. The scaly animal was as wide around as her forearm, and about as long; but Henna had eaten many of its kind before. It took a bit of effort, but she was able to coax its head into her throat with the help of her tongue. After that, it was a matter of taking her time swallowing carefully, her neck bulging and flexing rhythmically as her throat muscles clenched and pulled, easing her meal down into her stomach.
Had the creature been awake, its tailfin would have been flapping wildly in panic; but this one, along with several others, had been properly lulled to a peaceful repose with a sleep spell cast upon it without any forewarning. A simple trick of casting an illusion of a smaller, edible fish brought it rushing in her direction; it never knew what hit it.
And so Henna gulped slowly, letting the creature slide down her throat on its own. Its slippery scales had little or no flavor to it. This fish was hardly one that she would have sought out above others, but a meal was a meal, and it went down fairly easily, without befouling her taste buds.
Finally, the fish's tail slipped past her lips, and she was able to close her mouth; she closed her eyes and lifted her head to the stars as her throat flexed twice more, until the creature's entire body lay curled up in her stomach.
Salkani's belly gurgled in response as the sense of fullness inside her waned rapidly. "We had a good catch today, didn't we?"
Henna lowered her head and patted her chest just above her bosom. "Mmm... yeah, that was a pretty big fish. The hunters in the Rikati camp were right... we've been eating the really old adult fish and the rest have been flourishing."
Salkani looked at the other fish sleeping in a big water-filled petal-shaped bowl next to her. "The old ones gobble up a lot more food than the rest, even some of their own!" She shook her head as she took another one out, studying its azure scales and the long silver whiskers drooping from its head under its eyes. "Look at this pure silver and blue one... I saw dozens of them beyond the shore... how often do you see that?"
Henna giggled. "Hey, remember, don't eat them all... share and share alike!"
Salkani rolled her eyes. "Oh come on now. Open your mouth and say 'ahhhh!'"
Her girlfriend lifted an eyebrow. "My belly's all full now!"
Salkani shrugged. "They'll die in this little bowl. Your tummy will stretch. Might as well not let them go to waste."
"You have a point there." She then slowly leaned over and licked her parted lips. "Ahhh!"
Salkani lowered the azure-scaled fish head-first into Henna's mouth. It was thinner than the one who went before, but it still made an impressive bulge while massaging Henna's throat on the way down; and then Henna took out another of its kind from the basket and returned the favor.
Watching Salkani lift her throat and seeing it swell with the giant fish sliding down into her belly, made Henna's insides spasm with arousal of such intensity that it made her briefly dizzy. As her emerald blonde haired girlfriend lowered her chin and licked her proudly upturned cherry lips, Henna's lust got the better of her.
The tail of Salkani's last fish was still being squeezed into her stomach when Henna lunged forward and planted her lips for a firm, wet kiss, her tongue invading as if Salkani's mouth were her property to plunder as she pleased. Salkani, of course, didn't mind; she simply laid Henna on her back on the long, wide branch, laid on top of her, and delved deep with her tongue in return, gripping her shoulders and holding her in place. Henna quickly melted into her embrace; she loved being underneath Salkani in every possible way. She was younger, a bit shorter, and she soaked up anything that Salkani would teach her. Salkani, of course, found herself overwhelmingly attracted to Henna's innocence and youth, and was honored to be the first to make love to Henna when she reached adulthood.
Of course, she knew she'd been seduced. But how in the world could anyone resist an Arari - even another Arari?
And so she straddled Henna's left leg and leaned forward, gently massaging her perky breasts and pink nipples for a moment; then she scooted back until she was able to rub her clit against Henna's slender foot. She reared her head, letting little pinpricks of pleasure stoke her arousal until she could feel Henna's foot growing moist with her own juices; her breath quickened as she settled into a slow, rhythmic grinding motion.
Henna smirked, knowing that Salkani wasn't the type to go for having sex with her foot. Salkani was simply too lost in the pleasure of Henna's body. So she lifted her foot gently and rubbed against her lover's dripping wet mound, giving her something smooth to grind her clit on.
Salkani's ample breasts bounced slightly as she rode steadily, her eyes closed and her head reared back, her mind clearly lost in a fog of lust and her body well on its way across the ocean of pleasure. Salkani's cum leaked all over her foot, even making her toes slippery, riding mindlessly until finally she shuddered, seized up, and climaxed.
Henna cooed to Salkani as she pitched forward and cried out with release, her mouth wide open, her hips thrusting hard until she let out a long, satisfied sigh.
Politely, Henna eased her foot out from under Salkani as she sat there on her knees with her head bowed for a moment, catching her breath. Just to be playful, though, she left her foot there in full view, so that when Salkani's eyes opened again and she cast her spent, satisfied look upon Henna's svelte body, she saw her juices glistening on Henna's foot and clinging between her toes.
It took a moment for the shock to reach her mind; Salkani's mouth fell open with surprise as she grabbed her head and groaned with a hint of embarrassment.
Quickly, Henna moved to kneel in front of Salkani, kissing her again. "Shhh..." she whispered, offering her another fish. "Let's finish dinner and then you can enjoy me all night."
Salkani cracked a crooked grin, then caught the fish head-first with her lips and then gently gulping it down. After feeling it push into her stomach, she nodded. "Yeah, let's eat these fish now. I've got a feeling you're gonna wear me out tonight."
Henna winked as Salkani held up a fish for her. "Oh I think it's more than a feeling, honey."
John Marquez gasped for breath, violently heaving up water from his lungs as he dragged himself to the dry, lukewarm sands of a narrow beach.
As he coughed hard and loud, he turned onto his back and looked out at the waves lapping gently behind him - waves that had moments ago tried to drag him under to a watery grave.
There was no sign now of the interstellar hauler ship in which he had been a passenger, one of a few thousand men being smuggled out of Earth Federation territory to escape the round-ups of adult men for the worldwide Draft. He'd hoped to escape the idea of a man being owned by the State, and most importantly, being forced into the Joint Earth Defense Army to fight and most likely die in the belly of a Grue Combine monster.
Instead, he found himself waking up to the piercing noise of blaring klaxons, being trampled by other panicked men as they ran around hallway defining the ship's spine, looking between other cargo holds for lifepods that were nowhere to be found. The ship shuddered terribly, then everything went topsy-turvy, until finally, there was a thunderous crash and everyone was thrown around as if they were pennies being shaken about in a bottle. By the time he came to his senses, the chamber he was in was flooding.
His memories of what came next were completely fogged by sheer, heart-gripping panic, but as he sat there looking at the clear sky, it started to come back to him. The dozens of bodies squirming around him in the darkness to get through an open cargo loader door, like fish swimming against an upstream current; the ripping of the ship's torn hull slashing through exposed human flesh as panicked men shoved each other around, forcing one another against the tooth-like edges of jagged metal; his incredible luck as he forced his way through the center, with nothing but bodies around him and the metallic taste of blood in his mouth as he wriggled his way out into the ocean depths; the burning in his lungs as he struggled to worm his way to the surface; the illusions of shadowy, menacing serpentine shapes that seemed to move all around him; and finally the moment his desperately flailing feet found purchase on the soft underwater ocean shelf, from where he thrust himself up above the waves to be greeted by the light of the early dawn and two full moons staring down at him.
As he turned on his side and continued to cough fitfully, it finally struck him that he had no idea where he was. It was horrible enough that his flight to freedom must have gone horribly wrong - how many of his fellow refugees had died? Was the the only one alive? But these questions would have to wait... and so would his dwelling on the magnitude of what had befallen him. For now, he had one and only one thought on his mind: survival. He had to find shelter, and soon. It was night time on this unknown, forested planet, and he didn't like to think about the cliche' about what happened to unwary people wandering around on alien worlds in the dark.
Wendy Jones brushed her matted blonde hair behind her as she looked back at the water and the high-rising landmass sprawling across the horizon, then she put her hands on her hips and gave a great sigh.
She had intended to hijack the already commandeered space hauler to a Black Hand base in the Wolf-359 system, where the passengers would be processed and put on the front lines. Each one of those men on that stolen ship would have collected her a small bounty, in the hundreds of dollars; but to capture over four thousand men all at once, would have sent a special message to the rebels on Earth that there was no escaping the Draft. For that, she was to be paid two million credits.
Wendy was happy not to test her luck; after this, she planned to take her haul and live easy for the rest of her life. Sure, she hated these men who refused to fulfill their duty, and she got a big kick out of intercepting them before they made it into Siluvaran territory; and there was no price tag one could put on the joy of belittling them and impugning their manhood while they laid tied up and helpless before her on their way back into military hands. But the rebels were already launching well-organized attacks on the military on Earth; there was even talk of an Interstellar Civil War even as the Grue Combine battled front-line forces as close as Lalande 21185, less than 9 light years from Earth. The more bounties she collected, the more likely they would be to find her. The punishment they meted out to those of her kind who were caught was horrific, to say the least.
Apparently, however, she had as much to fear from her own employers as the rebels; the moment she beheaded the pilot of the ship and opened communications with the Black Hand at Wolf-359, she found herself staring in horror as the ship was taken over remotely, made to jettison its two life pods, and then sent off on a hyperspace jump to parts unknown. If she had any doubts as to who was responsible after that, they were completely resolved when she was helpless to do anything but watch as the ship subsequently dumped and detonated its hyperdrive, then turned and hurtled into deep space, until an alien world "conveniently" intercepted the ship a few hours later.
She'd been sacrificed along with the traitors. Without even so much as one last reach-around.
So much for her life of ease.
At least she had that enviro-suit she'd spent half a million credits to obtain from the darkest corner of the arms dealing black market, to save her when the ship hit the water and sank. It set her almost all the way back to square one financially, but what could she do? She wasn't one to forego top rate gear, even something as rare and hard to get as this. And it had just paid for itself.
It was better than leaving her bank account fat as a stuffed pig for the State to raid if she never got back home.
Wendy finally just threw her hands down, fighting back the urge to give into despair as she looked around, then walked back toward the forest defining the edge of the beach. Carefully glancing around, she studied the shrubs and normal-sized trees at the shoreline, while studying the greater trees reaching into the skies far beyond.
The sun was coming up, and she had to find shelter to hide from the potential predators of the day.
Delucina swept gracefully up over the two story high cliffs overlooking the south side of the lake holding two big fish by the tail in each hand, her arms out by her side like wings.
She allowed gravity to slow her ascent until she unfurled her butterfly wings and let herself spiral down to land on her feet in the middle of a clearing quite a distance away from the cliff. Most of the trees around here were much shorter than she was, and she didn't want to risk sitting on them. One never knew when the soul of one of those Dryads might decide to jump into a tree and say hi.
She sat cross-legged in the clearing and scooped out a bowl-like depression in the ground, into which she cast a spell to fill it with water from the lake; it cost a lot less energy to move existing water from nearby, than to create it from nothing. Three of the fish went in the water; the fourth one, though, she held up close to her face to study.
The red and orange fish, quite menacing to her as a normal sized fairy, was just a feisty toy in her hands now. It was hungry predators like this that made her have to size-up in order to seize them without an irritating, time-consuming battle. She would spend more energy subduing this thing with spells than to just grow to the proper size and pluck them out of the water. Fortunately, though, as a giantess, she could get four in one swipe - enough nutrition to sustain her for a week. Unfortunately, she would need far more than this to completely recharge her magic, and there were others who needed a pick-up, too, so four would have to suffice for now.
It was then that Delucina studied the fish and noticed the writhing bulges in its belly, but this mattered little to her; apparently it had caught and swallowed one or more of the other fish in the lake, perhaps some of its own kind. They were cannibalistic like that.
The fish wriggled violently in her hand, but once her lips caught its head, its struggles meant nothing in the scheme of things; her tongue lashed its cold, scaly head, paying little heed to its bland flavors, as she worked it back to her tonsils. Tilting her head, she let gravity push and her throat muscles pull; she could feel her neck swelling to accommodate it, but it was neither unpleasant nor long-lived. The slippery fish caressed her throat from the inside, its snake-like body sliding down like a long, fat noodle. It took several long, slow gulps for its tail to disappear into her mouth, but after that, she gulped one last time, and it finally settled in her stomach.
The others quickly joined it, until her belly was completely filled with squirming fish.
Now satisfied, Delucina laid back and looked up at the twin moons overhead as the light of the morning sun reduced their significance in the sky, and thought of her two Arari friends. She hadn't seen them in a day or so, and she was very horny. Before long, the moons even started to look like their faces.
Then one of the moons descended from the stars to kiss her softly on her lips.
Kissed by a moon! The very thought made her heart race. She sucked in her breath and blinked.
She was surprised to find herself looking up into someone's deep blue eyes. She recognized the vibrant blonde hair flowing behind her back all too well.
"Wow, Henna..." she put her hand over her breasts, flashing an unusual, vulnerably bashful smile. "You had me thinking I was being kissed by the moon itself!"
Henna took a crimson rose from her hair and stuck it into Delucina's. "Aww, you're so sweet," she chimed, her cherry red lips kissing Delucina's dark purple lips firmly again. "We missed you... did you see anything interesting down south?"
Delucina shrugged, reaching up to caress Henna's cheek. "Nothing, really. There's some crystalline junk strewn amidst a big burning hot desert. It's not even worth trying to see how far it goes... there's no food out there. We're better off fishing."
Henna moved to lay on her side, placing her back-swept pointed ear on the ashy gray flesh of Delucina's perky right breast. "Speaking of fishing," she noted, listening to the bubbling sounds inside her, "it sounds like you went fishing this morning."
Delucina looked down between her breasts, savoring the burbling noises from within her stomach while gently scratching Henna's head, as if she were stroking a cat. "Yes, there were a lot right near the surface today. They were unusually easy pickings even for-"
Suddenly, Delucina sucked in her breath, her glowing red eyes flaring wide open as her words died in mid-sentence.
Without any warning, the blue sky and diminishing light of the twin moons were pushed aside by a total darkness that enshrouded her in a paralyzing wave of fear.
Water sloshed and hissed all around her, her skin tingling uncomfortably as she found herself jostling around in a hot, soft, fleshy confinement, bumping shoulders with other squirming, screaming beings around her. A torrent of unfamiliar thoughts flooded into her mind, bewildering her, threatening to overwhelm her, to throw her into panic and even drive her to temporary distraction as she realized she was pinned down by all the other bodies pressed tightly against her.
Delucina was nearly swept away in this hallucination as the tingling escalated into burning sensations wherever the water touched her body; then as the fleshy walls gave way before her hands, the sloshing became loud bubbling noises and the hissing increased to compete with the screaming and rising wails of agony flooding her ears. The waters splashed everywhere, including half her face, setting her cheeks and mouth on fire along with the rest of her body.
And what were these words and thoughts that kept entering her mind? Earth? Human beings? God?
Then it came to her - she was receiving someone's sentient thoughts!
It was then, as she began to recognize the roiling, acrid stench of burning flesh and the resulting fumes stinging her eyes and realized what was happening, that a familiar voice hollered in her ear.
"Delly! Delly! Snap out of it!"
"Hold on! Dear Rhea, I hear someone screaming inside!"
"She's being overwhelmed by the memories of those live fish she ate! Delly, you've got to wake up!"
"It's not just the fish, I'm telling you!"
The light of day flooded her vision, rescuing her from the agonizing madness that had temporarily taken over her mind.
At the same time, her stomach burbled and groaned loudly, incessantly.
Delucina looked up to see Henna looking at her with concern with her head on her belly while her vibrant blonde-haired friend Salkani was holding her head gingerly, talking to her.
"Humans..." she muttered as she scooted up, leaning back on her arms to look at her chest. "They're called humans!" Her eyes widened as she began to piece things together. "The fish swallowed some creatures that fell in the water... and now they're all in my stomach..." She breathed deeply as she listened to the intense activity in her stomach. "Incredible!"
Henna and Salkani knelt on either side of her, looking at her heaving bosom. "Do they have actual thoughts?" Henna asked as she watched Delucina's chest rising and falling.
Delucina paused to take note of the flood of confusion, pain and anguish she now recognized flowing like riptides under the river of her own conscious thoughts and emotions. Her mouth hung open as she looked at Henna. "Uh... yes!" A profound, pleasant tingling sensation washed over her body, raising goosebumps along her arms and legs and causing her to do a double-take. "These... humans! They're..." She then looked at her flaring soul aura as her magic energy levels started to increase dramatically. "They're filling me with magic energy! Lots of magic!"
Henna and Salkani jerked back, putting their hands over their mouths. "Humans?! We've got to find them! What do they look like?"
Delucina chewed her lip gently. "I... I don't know. They're in my stomach right now." She looked down at her chest, noticing a blob of faint pale white auras fading away inside her. "There's so many of them... I can't tell."
Salkani looked at her. "Mind if I try to bring one out?"
Delucina shrugged. "Fine with me. It'll probably look all gross, though, like... you know... Terawen..."
Salkani cringed with disgust; Terawen was a silver-haired Droathas that had been swallowed by a hungry, albino-skinned, deathly black-lipped Nosharti trespasser from the southern deserts who had gone Urgor for lack of meat. By the time she'd been caught, killed and split open, Terawen had already been digested to a bloody mess; her bones had even become malleable from being broken down by stomach juices.
The Arari and the Rikati clans had safeguards to keep this from happening to their own; everyone received at least one fish a day, if times were lean. No one would go 80 years without any meat like that Nosharti apparently did.
Salkani sighed; she could not stand to lay eyes upon such a horrible sight again.
So Delucina laid flat on her back again and furrowed her brows for a moment as Salkani and Henna nervously laid their heads on her abdomen, listening to the powerful gurgling and purring of her stomach, until the humans' confused and agonized thoughts diminished into silence, and they and the fish began to slosh around as warm waves of liquid nourishment flowing through her intestines.
Once the noises had migrated deeper into Delucina's body, Salkani looked up again at her. "I don't think it would be advisable for us to hunt these creatures..."
"Yeah..." Henna added, "we can't eat someone who's angry, scared, of any of that... their emotions would drive us crazy."
Delucina nodded enthusiastically. "I know. Rikati aren't limited by that and I, for one, still could barely control my ability to suppress their thoughts." She frowned as her eyes darted this way and that. "It's as if... as if they were a bit like us."
John Marquez had little to no skills when it came to building shelter in the middle of a forest; so after a short walk into nerve-wrackingly unfamiliar territory, he found the remains of what had once been an enormous tree - a stump as wide as a full sized basketball court, rising almost two stories high. The dirt under its roots had somehow been eroded away, revealing a vast network of shoots in which he could crawl in and hide. It seemed a good idea at the time, and so he did; and once he was buried in the shadows, hidden away from the sunlight, the exhausted man chanced a morning nap.
A nap which was quickly cut short by a hard peck on the forehead.
As his fitful dream switched to the visage of a giant predatory bird digging him out of his hiding place to eat him, he threw himself out of his sleep and flailed about, finding his bearings in order to scramble away.
A second hard tap on his jaw told him he was not doing well, but as his eyes cleared, he recognized he was actually being attacked by a large, wooden stick wielded by a shadowy, hourglass figure silhouetted against the light of the midday sun intruding deep into his shelter under the tree stump.
A harsh, female voice greeted him in a loud, jeering tone, jabbing him a third time, right in the mouth.
John panickedly spat out clumps of cold dirt as he scurried backward. "What the hell?!"
Whatever it was, it just kept yelling some more at him; he lashed out in self defense, grabbing at the stick. Fortunately, his hands found purchase, seizing upon the stub of a branch at the end. With one mighty tug, he yanked the stick free of whoever was wielding it, and jabbed it back. Something blocked his jab, and then a loud yelp of pain followed.
As his mind cleared, he asked himself, was this one of those legendary Grue, attempting to test him before feeding on him?
Fearing the worst, he lashed out and crawled forward, toward the sunlight, grabbing his attacker and smashing the stick down on whatever part of its body he could reach.
Cries of pain rang his ears as the thing scooted back in a hasty, clumsy retreat.
Even so, John crawled after it; he couldn't afford to let this thing get away and come back at him later, perhaps with more of its kind.
His assailant backed out and got to its feet first, scrambling to put a helmet on its head; but by then he was out as well. With no time to waste, he tackled his attacker and they both went down, punching and kicking, until he threw her off of him and they both stood up, facing off.
His mind cleared up as he studied his opponent and realized it was a human woman dressed in an orange environmental suit and matching helmet.
"Who the hell are you?!" he demanded, gawking at her.
"You're in no position to be asking me any questions!" she pointed at him, her hard deep breaths fogging up the visor of her helmet. "You tried to skip out on your duty to your homeworld and now we're both stuck on this fucking alien rock!"
Suddenly it dawned upon him who she was. There were no women on the ship that he knew of. A female on a ship full of draft dodgers would only mean one thing.
"You're a fucking bounty hunter!" he said, now aghast at the sight of her. "You must have caused us to crash!"
She put her hands on her hips. "It was an accident! But at least none of you will ever reach your so-called freedom!"
John cocked his head back and then looked around. "Where are the rest of the passengers?!"
Her response dripped with cold amusement: "Passengers? You mean those pussies who fled with you?" She shrugged. "Probably dead. Drowned. Maybe even eaten by those outrageously huge Koi I just saw hopping around in the lake. Heh."
His heart leapt in his throat upon hearing her response. So those dark shapes moving in the water as he was swimming for his life... those were fish attacking the passengers as they were trying to escape!
The woman continued, "You're pretty lucky to have made it to the shore alive." She patted her suit proudly. "I, on the other hand, am a fast swimmer. And my gear is micro-meteorite proof... and it's adapted from Grue elf stomach lining... which gives me a fighting chance to cut my way out of a monster's belly!" She then gasped with fake surprise. "Oh! I guess you weren't given one of these suits, were you?"
John blinked as her words faded into the distance and the realization of his predicament hit him like a rock to the face.
His flight to freedom had been shot down. Worse yet, he had just had a brush with exactly the kind of death that, according to this woman, had just claimed four thousand of his companions despite their efforts to leave Earth to escape it.
And there had to be equally dangerous predators on land. She was right; not even a mythical dragon could bite through her seemingly clothy micrometeorite-resistant armor. Those suits were for certain special forces and were not available to most troops, and certainly not to civilian hauler ships. She would have had to obtain it from underground weapons dealers, who were more than happy to sell stuff like this at a ruinous price to mercenaries, rebels, terrorist groups or anyone else dragging a pile of coin into the seedy little dens of inequity where these merchants of death thrived: the same kind of dens where he'd found out the location of a deep space hauler that could get him out of the military's reach.
There was clearly no way to kill this woman and get that suit. Had he known she was attacking him under the tree without a helmet, he would have broken her neck. But he was sleeping when she caught him; there was no way for him to know she existed, much less that she'd be coming for him.
Avenging his fellow refugees was a goal now lost to him.
His blood began to boil.
"Hello? Earth to pussy boy!"
Her menacing words jolted him back to the confrontation at hand. John looked up sharply, seeing her gesturing at him.
"You sleepy or daydreaming or something, traitor?" she jeered, "I hope you're not planning some kind of escape, little boy."
John's blood pressure rose as anger filled his veins. Clenching his fist, he snarled, "You... you got all those men killed!"
She clenched her fist right back. "They deserved it!"
"They DESERVED freedom!"
"Freedom to run away from your obligations?!"
"Obligations??? Obligations my ass! The United States Government CLEARLY says the State does not own its citizens! It's right there in the 28th Amend-"
"Hello!! For all intents and purposes, there IS no United States anymore, you idiot! Get over it!"
"What are they saying?" Henna snuggled up anxiously against Delucina's shoulder as they sat perched on a high tree branch, watching the two humans arguing below, a distance away.
Delucina, her head turned so her right ear was pointing at toward the humans, waited a second before saying quietly, "He's like those men in my belly earlier... trying to escape some kind of mandatory thing where they're all made into warriors by their leaders or something."
"Huh? You can't make someone a warrior against their will..." Salkani's face squished up with confusion.
"She obviously thinks it can be done..." Delucina pointed at the one in the orange and white skin. "She's what they call a bounty hunter... she brought all those guys here."
Henna gave a soft, wishful sigh. "I wish I could have had one of those fish..."
Salkani shook her head. "The minds of the humans they ate were practically bursting with fear, panic and suffering... eating even one would have irreparably poison our souls. Imagine consuming the thoughts of a dozen all at once..."
Henna gestured at the still arguing humans. "So how are we going to get them? We can't just lose the chance at learning their language, and all those memories... and magic energy! Imagine all the magic energy that food would give us!"
"Hold up..." Delucina lifted her hand to silence them both; as they turned their full attention back to the scene below, the orange-skinned human lashed out at the scruffy-haired male in soaking wet clothing. A bright blue light flashed from the orange one's wrist - a light that the other one desperately swerved to avoid.
"That one says she's wearing some kind of protective suit," Delucina pointed out. "Whatever it does, it would be wise to peel it off of her first."
"You're gonna eat her?" Salkani raised an eyebrow.
"No... you can sneak up on her. Just not when the two of them are in sight of each other."
Henna put her hand to her mouth. "Oh, dear Rhea... she's swinging something at him!"
"The orange one will kill the other one, I'm afraid," Delucina warned.
Salkani looked over at Henna, who, upon seeing her, sucked in her breath. "Oh, no way..." Henna protested.
Salkani winked. "It'll be easy. Just follow my lead and play along."
Delucina looked at them both. "You're..." Then she noticed their antennae had disappeared, their ears had changed shape, turning more upright and losing their pointy edges to resemble the ears of the humans below; and their wings retracted as well.
"We're using illusion spells," Henna bragged. "We'll scare them off if we don't look like them."
Delucina raised a highly amazed eyebrow. "Oh dear Rhea... this will be good."
John jumped back desperately to avoid his attacker's glowing blue laser blade extending from her wrist as she struck out at him with well-aimed slashes, but inevitably he could not flee any further; he felt the unseen tree root against the back of his foot and knew he was going down.
He didn't hit his head on a rock, as he feared he would - but as the woman quickly pounced on him and raised her blade to deliver the killing blow, he suddenly realized he wished he was unconscious for this.
But then, miraculously, another female voice called out, and she turned her head. "Huh?!"
John looked over to see a woman with vibrant yellow hair, wearing a creamy white robe through which her nipples stood out, as she came up to his opponent's side with the strap of a wicker basket clasped in her hands. Another blonde woman then walked up behind her, dressed in a turquoise robe and also carrying a basket.
Wendy Jones had not expected to be caught by surprise by the natives of this world as she was busy dispatching this traitor now sprawled out on his back before her. When a soft female voice called out from close behind her, she jumped to her feet and nearly out of her enviro suit as she beheld a human woman with deep blue eyes and flowing, strikingly bright yellow hair, approaching from the darker depths of the forest.
Her first thought was to gut this creature and finish her business; but when a second female appeared, other thoughts came to mind.
She certainly didn't look like a Grue. And what if they had food? Or maybe a way to haul up that ship so she could find the safebox she'd had to abandon? All ships had a safebox which, by U.S. Government regulations, contained rations, a deep space communication system, a "knick knack" gun, a cartography computer, and other necessities.
So she retracted her blade and turned, flashing a phony smile. "Wendy," she tapped her own chest condescendingly.
The two women looked at each other, and then the lead one placed her hand over her breasts. "Sal-kani," she said with a smile. The other one chimed, "Hen-na."
Wendy nodded with a forced smile. Swapping names was one thing; getting them to understand her predicament and to let her put this male idiot down, was another.
Why did they have to show up now? Right now? At this very moment? She almost trembled with frustration.
As she fought to contain her irritation and maintain her false cheer, she noticed the lead woman taking out a soft, orangish squash-shaped object and holding it out as if it were an offer.
"Enotil," she said with a slight nod.
Wendy tried not to flinch or tense up as the other one who called herself Henna, calmly walked over to the human male, who followed her lead and identified himself as John, instead keeping her attention on this Salkani woman. She accepted this 'Enotil' and watched Salkani take one into her hands, snapping it in half as if to demonstrate.
So she did; it broke in half with a satisfying crunch, revealing the squash's yellow, fibrous insides, like that of a spaghetti melon, except it was much juicier.
The alien woman then dipped two fingers into the bowl-like interior and pulled out some of the stringy filling, which she then ate; Wendy followed her lead, and was delighted to discover it had a delicious, mango-pineapple taste. Without further prompting, she tipped the fruit slightly and drank some of its juices. In an instant, she realized just how parched her throat really was as nectar from heaven itself made love to her tongue and soothed her dry throat.
Her eyes flew open with delight, making Salkani's smile grow wider. "Delicious!" Wendy blurted out, nodding enthusiastically.
John could hardly believe his eyes as the second of the women interlopers came to his side, gently settling onto her knees as she laid her basket on the ground and proceeded to brush his dark brown hair back behind his head, her soft, warm hands seeming to explore him in search of signs of injuries.
He thought to gesture to her that he was alright, but as her hands gently exploited the holes in his shirt and roamed across his chest, pressing against his rib cage, he simply laid back and enjoyed her caresses.
After feeling around all the vital organs in his abdomen, she put her hand over her breast and uttered cheerfully, "Hen-na."
He nodded. "John."
She nodded in return and then gave him one of those long, orange fruits. 'Enotil', she called it. Having caught a glimpse of how the other two ate it, he snapped it in half and he and Henna shared the fruit.
Perhaps he had gotten used to the horrible taste of lake water in his mouth and being both parched and hungry ever since? Nothing in the universe could taste this good. He didn't even like pineapple, but yet he couldn't get enough of the strong mix of citrus flavors pouring over his tongue.
He lifted the fruit high and guzzled its juicy contents, even letting some run down his chin; then he greedily pulled out the stringy insides to eat.
Once he'd hollowed the thing out, his newfound friend was quick to give him another whole fruit.
After he was done with that, Henna smiled at him curiously, resuming her seemingly careful, clinical examination of his chest and abdomen. He hardly even noticed the other native woman leading his assailant away toward the thickening groves of trees leading further into the forest.
Henna then rolled his tattered shirt up to his chest and started gently kneading his lower abdomen, her mouth dropping open as she studied his muscles and taut body. A low moan rumbled in her throat; then her hand slid down to his blue jeans and passed over the bulge in his groin.
Shock waves of pleasure raced up his spine as she cast a look of surprise at the sudden swelling of his erection that ensued after her gentle touch.
Then she smiled lewdly at him; hastily, she fumbled with his zip fly until she found a way to expose his blue shorts. Once that was done, she pulled down the front of his shorts and the cool morning air greeted his now freed erection.
She sucked in her breath as she held the stiffening organ between her hands.
Wendy followed Salkani a short distance around a tree the size of a fairy large oak, to see the strange woman plucking another one of those fruits from its low-hanging branches.
No sooner did she break it and turn it up to drink its fluids, than she suddenly felt incredibly drowsy.
She was now in the presence of a friendly native; and thus at last, the stress of plunging helplessly into re-entry, crashing, and dragging herself to safety, took its toll on her tired body.
She backed up against the tree and slid down, planting her butt in the cool, moist grass, and sleep claimed her.
Salkani smiled softly for a moment as she studied Wendy's limp form slumped before her; then she came down to sit on her knees next to the human woman, and with a simple wish, she caused the orange suit to disappear off her victim's body, and reappear next to her as a disheveled heap.
Now enveloped in a deep sleep, naked and exposed to the world, Wendy was all hers.
Salkani's stomach wasn't growling; she had been well fed by the fish the night before, and the Enotil fruits had filled her up this morning. But as she studied the bright pale white aura of Wendy's life force, she knew she would provide for her in other ways.
This had to be too good to be true. Which made it all the more urgent that she do this now, rather than hesitate.
Hopefully Henna was doing her part in keeping the other human busy.
She cast another spell, this time shrinking Wendy down to the length of her hand. She gently scooped the peacefully sleeping human into her palm and, with the fingers of her other hand, cast a silk thread that wrapped around her shoulders and arms, pinning them to her sides.
Looking around to make sure no one would notice her, she then lifted Wendy to her mouth and slid her tongue under the woman's naked body.
Salkani furrowed her brows as she realized her prey was too big for her tongue to cradle Wendy into her mouth, so she carefully sucked her in head first.
Human skin didn't have much flavor to it, just a little saltiness from sweating inside that suit. There was little to do but to swallow her.
So Salkani lifted her head and let Wendy slide past her tonsils, and then gulped. The human's shoulders were wider than a normal morsel, but her throat muscles handled the task easily. Her prey caressed her throat as she stretched it, and once her delicate feet disappeared into Salkani's mouth and she could close her lips, another swallow was all it took; her throat muscles took complete control this time, carrying the blissfully sleeping human on a short, smooth trip down her slick esophagus, until she slid into her already partially full stomach and landed with a splash amidst the fruit and fruit juices that Salkani had just eaten.
"De... licious?" Salkani said, licking her lips. Then she shook her head. She wasn't delicious... but hopefully she would at least come close to completely replenish her magic as those humans did Delucina. Failing that, at least she would be very full, now that her belly was holding Wendy and all the meat from those Enotil fruits.
She then gathered the discarded environmental suit, sprouted her wings, and took off for the treetops.
Henna could hardly believe this human 'John' had the same reproductive equipment that the rarely born male faeries of her clan had. But there it was, his thick, mushroom-headed penis, standing proudly at attention, throbbing at her mere touch. The heady aroma of his testosterone was easy to recognize: he was horny.
And unlike the males in the clan, he was not spoken for. At least, not by anyone she knew.
Delucina's jaw hung open as Salkani, now in her true form, flew up to her perch and squatted into a crouching position next to her, where they could watch over Henna.
"You did it just that fast... that easy..." Delucina was struck dumb with amazement.
Salkani smiled at her; her belly let out a low groan, and then she spoke. "You forgot, we Arari know how to seduce and lull our prey. That... human... was easy pickings. We've got the best sleep spells in the world."
Delucina nodded. "I can imagine you could put an Urgor to sleep with that. Wow." She leaned over to caress Salkani's belly. "I take it she won't wake up?"
Salkani shook her head. "Not at all." A soft gurgling noise came from her stomach; circling her own hand around her abdomen, she said proudly, "Which is good since I plan on making this meal go nice and slow. I want every ounce of magic energy I can get!"
Delucina grinned. "Yeah... it's not often that the gods deliver us a gift like this."
Salkani paused to think; then she cast a sheepish look at Delucina. "I guess we owe the gods an apology?"
Delucina's response was enthusiastic: "We sure do!"
John stared in awe at Henna as she dragged her pink fingernail down her chest, seemingly tearing the fabric of her robe in half even as it split smoothly and fell away from her shoulders, revealing her glowing ivory flesh, perky breasts and pink nipples.
"Oh my God..." he gasped as she pulled down his pants and shorts, then deftly swung her leg over his waist to straddle him. "Damn..." he grinned in admiration of her taut belly, watching her spread her nether lips, "Now this is what I call first contact!"
"First... contact?" she giggled as she looked into his eyes.
John shook his head; why bother talking and potentially ruin it? He reached up and gently put his rough, calloused hands on her bosom, feeling her nipples against his palms.
Her reaction was both immediate and profoundly encouraging; she reared her head and moaned loudly, settling onto her knees, pressing the petals of her moist sex against his sensitive penis head.
John groaned and squirmed beneath her, sliding his hands down to caress her belly.
Henna pushed down even further, even as her vagina resisted taking him inside; her brows furrowed with concern as she bowed sharply, looking down at his penis.
Biting her lip gently, she started grinding with resolution, shooting him a look of determination, until his mushroomed tip squished through her entrance and popped inside her.
John's balls tingled with imminent release as soon as her silky wet insides slid around his sensitive, flaring tip, and began to swallow his throbbing shaft, massaging and clenching it into her depths.
He was certainly not one to look a gift horse in the mouth; maybe this was the reason the Government didn't want people wandering out in the universe? The women of Earth wouldn't know what to do when faced with competition like this. The Cassandroid disaster of the 23rd century would pale in comparison to what would happen if he could bring a group of these women back to Earth!
But such thoughts of the future were far less important than the situation at hand; Henna was sucking in her breath as she wiggled some more and eased the rest of him inside her vagina, enveloping his erection in her womanhood, until her hips planted firmly in his lap and she was settled comfortably on her knees.
The pleasure of a beautiful blonde woman so lovingly wrapped around his aching organ, soaking him in silky wet bliss, was too much to resist. He felt his load boiling inside him as she began to gyrate in his lap, her muscles making a wet, tight fist around his aching erection. All he had to do was look at her muscular body and bouncing breasts, and he flew over the edge.
Henna groaned happily as she felt the twitching of John's fat organ inside her, and knew he was going to release. Who was going to care if she let him explode in her? She was so far out of the running for access to a male that she might very well die of old age before she got her turn. And anyone with an ounce of sense knew that Salkani was an alpha female in their clan - the next male that came along was far more likely to be hers than Henna's.
So what were they going to do after finding out she let this man plant his animal seed in her?
Bah. First they'd have to find out. Salkani wasn't the type to tell, and Delucina wasn't the type to care. If she did, Henna would just fuck her silly and make her forget in a fog of lust and ecstasy. The warlike Rikati were the easiest ones to fall for an Arari's charms - which was why it was so easy to gain the benefit of their protection. And the Rikati weren't in any way unattractive - the sight of Delucina and the thought of serving the warrior maiden's needs made Henna delirious with need. She'd spend many a night on her back under her even if her Rikati kin didn't surround Arari camps in a protective ring to prevent attacks from animals or other potentially hostile Silurheans.
And so Henna closed her eyes and thought fondly of caressing Delucina's naked body while she savored the pistoning of John's rock hard flesh stroking her hungry vagina, caressing all those needful and neglected spots inside her, until she heard a loud moan escape his lips as he shoved his hips hard against hers and erupted. His engorged organ suddenly flexed, pumping waves of hot cum that splashed deep in her molten center, flooding her with his wet sticky essence while stars shot around in her head. John groaned triumphantly as he arched his back, giving her a brief hard ride, and then his hips fell back to the ground, his penis twitching less and less as he ran dry.
A moment later, she opened her eyes and looked down at her supine lover as he caught his breath, grinning crookedly at her and shaking his head in admiration.
She smiled back at him - at least, until she realized that as good as this felt inside her, she hadn't actually cum yet.
Henna frowned and jerked again in his lap, but his penis was growing soft.
He was spent, and he was already tapping out.
Her frown deepened as she saw him turning his head to the side, his eyes briefly closed.
A wish breathed past her lips, that he never open them again.
And he did not.
A moment later, she lifted her head to the sky and gulped, letting her throat massage his sleeping body down into her stomach.
Brushing herself off, she looked around until she spotted the crimson aura of Salkani and Delucina; then she unfolded her wings, and soared up to join them.
That night, Henna sat with her legs dangling off the edge of a branch, between Salkani and Delucina.
"And he didn't even satisfy my needs," complained the youngest of the three as she sat there pouting playfully.
Salkani's stomach whined and gurgled as it churned Wendy's body around inside, thoroughly soaking her melting body in fresh waves of digestive juices as her life force dwindled along with her flesh. "Oh, but he's sure satisfying you in another way," she playfully poked Henna's belly button.
As if in response to her touch, Henna's belly purred and groaned; warm currents of liquefied prey surged lower into her belly. "Mmm-hmm," she admired her hands as her body glowed with a magical fullness that she had never seen in her entire adult life. "At least I got to share the memory of HIS orgasm. The jerk," she chuckled. "I wonder how long it'll be before the gods send us another gift like that?"
Delucina joked, "Maybe we should complain again?"
Henna snorted. "Are you kidding me?"
The three of them looked at each other, then nodded. Looking to the sky, they raised their hands all at once and leaned back, chanting, "Thank you very much, Mother Rhea!"
Henna's and Salkani's bellies both gurgled loudly, as if to join the chorus.
Delucina just giggled and gave Henna a hug and a kiss.
Arari Hunting Tactics
By jacquelope -- Report
Two humans learn the hard way about the odd hunting tactics of the Arari.
Edited: I changed the title because humans don't get to know them as "Sunflower Fairies" until some human survives to tell the tale! (And no human survives this encounter!)
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Posted by Tsavo 17 years ago Report
At least they were alseep. :D Nice story, very well done.
Posted by Gentle_Grounds 17 years ago Report
I thought about National Geographic when I read this, great story man.
Posted by Bitter 17 years ago Report
This really does represent a major stepping out of the box for you. I applaud the effort.
Posted by jacquelope 17 years ago Report
Hey thanks for the comments! :) I had thought about doing this from a totally third party observer's perspective to enhance the National Geographic concept, but I had so little time to prepare that scenario... this was for Eka's Apr 7 Writer's Group deadline. As for being asleep, I'd intended for them to be awake but that would be illogical given the Arari's nature. That's why Delucina was brought in. I could have done more detail on her prey but I just didn't have the time. Or the guts. Argh.
Posted by French_snack 17 years ago Report
Excellent story. Their hunting tactics are indeed... interesting, as is their overall behaviour; I like the fact that they put their prey to sleep.
The characterisations, the descriptions... It's all really good, as usual. Another great piece of writing from you!
Posted by Sarus 17 years ago Report
Awesome story!
Smooth style, and I always had a thing for fairies as preds.
Loved it! :P